Wait–I can’t remember if “too big, even for your britches” came before Cisco saw Harrison junk.

And, whaaaaaatf, how had I never considered the sequence since the airing and og giffing??

Yess–Harrisco Fest 2022 is coming up in August (and running all month)–so let’s gather prompts! (ﾉ ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧✿

Pop over with a prompt and help generate fresh content in our shipdom and grow the Harrisco community! This is your chance to get your cravings and headcanons fed.  ;) 

• We’re accumulating a big list of prompts and writers/artists/creators (open to whatever medium) will have all of August to play with whatever they want from it and post their works during Harrisco Fest. I’ll be reblogging and collecting all that wonderful treasure in its own special tag throughout the month!
• Visit my askbox.  Leave up to six prompts, **comprised of ten words or fewer each**, that you would like to see out there in Harrisco content. (Anons, go for it! Honor system. ;) Examples: a specific Harrisco yearning/premise/headcanon, item(s), challenging/interesting/favorite word(s), settings, lyrics, mood(s)… 
• If you go over the word limit, I will either try to condense/crop what you gave me or I will not add it at all. 
• The intention is to create that spark–a focus or variable,inspiring but allowing those beautiful brains and muses to run with it and build from there. It gives folks wiggle room as they create and allows for different interpretations/stories for us to enjoy! <3 
• Last day to get your prompts in is July 31st.

• Remember, this event is for Harrisco,specifically Cisco Ramon/Harry Wells, not other Cisco/Harrison ships. 

Rb to circulate and boost the fest!

Tom cavanagh helping himself. I suck at screen recording but I thought you all might enjoy this as much as I have

harrisonwellsisdaddy:

I wrote a story with my OC. I hope you enjoy- CM

Crissy let out an exaggerated sigh as she laid haphazardly across the desk, twirling her chair side to side with her feet. Cisco looked up from his computer and sympathized, today had been extremely long and relatively boring. Harrison Wells continued working, pretending not to notice her growing boredom. She sighed again, but louder while staring directly at him. Without stopping, he cut his eyes to her. “Something on your mind, Crissy? You know you can talk to me about anything.” He quipped. “Actually yes, it’s been plaguing me since day one.” She said matter of factly. Caitlin furrowed her brows quietly, trying to figure out what Crissy could be talking about while Harrison was starting to become annoyed. “And what might that be?” He retorted, all members of team flash slightly leaned toward her to hear her answer. “How do you even know you have shoes on?” She asked nonchalantly, still draped across the desk. Cisco choked on air while Barry tried to cough out his laugh. 

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I feel like people should chill about Harry Wells and Jessie, because at this point of the story Earth Prime superheroes don’t know that other earths exists (yet).

Y'all gotta wait for the next crossover

IT’S HARRISON WELLS!!!

Me: *is really enjoying this season of The Flash. Still counts down the days until Tuesday. Absolutely loves Barry, Iris, Cisco and the whole team*

Also me:

By the End of the Day (E2-Harrison x Reader) Imagines [Request]

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Imagine: You and Harry get into a fight with each other…

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“You’re an ass!”

“And you’re a brat!”

“Still better than being an insufferable ass!”

“Oh shut up! You should be used to it by now, ________!!”

Barry, Cisco and Cait peeked over the edge of the door, eyes wide with terror as they stared at you and Harry. For the past hour, the two of you had been arguing over God knows what and it had escalated to such an extreme scale that ceramic cups and textbooks littered the floor.

Cisco whispered over to Caitlin. “What do you think they’re arguing about?”

“Don’t know,” she shrugged. “But I’ve never seen them fight this much.”

“Same,” Barry agreed.

Normally the two of you were a cute couple - one that understood each other with little communication - but, for some reason, today was just an off day…

You were heated, full of rage.

And while you were significantly shorter than the multiverse physicist, everyone knew you could throw a punch just as hard as the man hovering over you.

By the looks of it, it wouldn’t take much more to reach that level.

Cisco turned to his friends, concerned. “Think we should go and talk to them?”

As if to answer his question, another book sailed through the doorway and nearly face-slammed Cisco.

The mechanical engineer let out a high-pitched ‘eep!’

“Nope! Never mind!!” He threw his hands up in the air and started walking away. “I choose life!”

And with that, he made his way down the hall and began distancing himself from the site. Contradictory to him, Barry and Cait turned their attention back to you and Harry.

You rolled your eyes at the man. “God, why am I even trying? This is so stupid!!”

“I know it’s stupid!” Harry hissed through gritted teeth. “And you’rethe one freaking out about it!”

“Don’t point fingers at me!”

“I’ll point my fingers wherever I damn please!”

“Oh, that’s realmature!”

“A lot more than you!”

You smacked your hands on his chest and shoved him back. “Then why don’t yoube the bigger person and walk on out of here?!”

“Mewalk out of here?!” Steadying himself on a nearby desk, Harry shot a cold, hard glare at you. “This is myroom, this is mylab!Youwalk out of here!”

“You know what?” A surge of anger - so raw that it was momentarily blinding - coursed through your veins. “I will!”

With a sharp grip, you reached for your backpack and slung it over your shoulder. Harry scowled.

And while he was clearly out of the way, you went through the trouble of moving forward and slamming your shoulder into his prior to walking past.

Just to be extra.

“You little –!” The  multiverse physicist cupped his hand around his mouth. “Don’t you dare show your bratty face in here again!”

You stuck up a very obscene finger in response.

It didn’t take long before you reached the door and rounded the corner, to find Barry and Caitlin standing there in utter silence. Their mouths frequently opened and closed, as if neither of them were sure of what to say; but, after much debate, Barry decided to go first.

He reached for you. “Hey, ________, are you –?”

“Don’t touch me, Allen,” you hissed.

“Got it.”

You stormed past the Team Flash members and worked your way towards the parking lot. Hopefully, by the time you got there, you had an idea where to drive to so that you could cool off.

Similarly, Harry stood hunched over his desk. He was quiet, simmering - thinking over all the events that led up to your pointless fight. As his head cleared and his heart rate lowered, the bitterness inside him started to ebb away and he was left with nothing but remorse.

*~*~*~*

It was late.

Probably around 3am.

You quietly made your way down the hall til you reached the last door on the right. Pressing the button on the side, the door panels slid open and you entered.

Bright luminescent light filtered through the room, casting a long shadow that fell across the foot of Harry’s bed. The man was still, unmoving; but, you knew him well enough that he was anything but fast asleep.

Taking a few steps forward, you tossed the bag off to the side and took off your shoes before crawling under the covers. You wrapped your arms around his waist and nuzzled comfortably against his back, the smell of coffee and aftershave filling your senses.

His muscles tensed slightly upon contact.

Still, you continued to bury your face against him.

“…I’m sorry,” you whispered.

There was a moment of silence - pure and awkward - where you just listened to his gentle breathing.

And then…

Harry rolled over and pushed you away.

At first, you thought he was still upset; but, soon, he clambered on top, straddling you on both sides, prior to slamming his soft, warm lips against yours. It had taken you by such surprise, that you were speechless.

Harry, then, took this opportunity to slip his tongue between your slightly parted lips and explored every corner, every crevice you had to offer.

He was hungry, demanding.

Needing every bit of you.

With such eager fingers, he laced his with your hair and tugged. Hard enough to physically manifest his desire, yet gentle enough to entice a soft moan from you.

You were light-headed and easily out of breath; but, that didn’t stop Harry from ravishing you.

It was a good minute or so before he finally broke away and rested his forehead on top of yours.

Through the dimness of the night, you thought you saw a remorseful smile. “I’m sorry too…”

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Requested by: Anonymous
Prompt: can you pls do a fighty imagines with harry?? one where the oc and him make up and its just pure fluff in the end? thank you!! love your imagines btw :)

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A/N:
Due to a handful of requests, I have separated heavy, explicit material from this chapter and moved it to the next chapter. For those of you that want a somewhat cleaner ending, you can stop reading at the end of this chapter. And for those of you that want a dirtier ending, please wait for part III. If you have any questions, feel free to contact me on here or at reverse,[email protected]. Thank you :))

 WARNING:
Some smut, nothing too bad… 

Imagine:
Despite your adamant rejection, HR continues to pursue you… 

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“Dammit!”

Frustrated, you smacked the wrench against the ground and threw it across the room. It landed against the wall with a loud metallic ‘clang!’ and clattered on the floor in a useless, annoying manner. This, of course, did nothing to alleviate your mood.

“Stupid machines….” you muttered.

It had been hours since you’ve started repairs on the Speed Lab’s sensors, and made very little progress during that time.

Huffing indignantly, you pulled away from the monitors and scrambled oh-so-ungracefully to your feet. Fumbling with the hem of your shirt, you straightened yourself up prior to glancing over at the clock.

It read 7:52PM.

Another late night… you thought.

At this point, all of Team Flash had already gone home. Barry was probably in his apartment with Iris. Cait was spending the night at Cisco’s once more. And Wally was probably at Joe’s place, watching a movie with Jesse.

Leaving you alone in the lab with HR.

The thought of it made you both nervous and excited…until you realized you hadn’t seen the man in several hours.

It sort of worried you.

He almost always came by at six o’clock with a new pot of French Roast and a plateful of doughnuts for an evening snack. And a few times before then, he would come in and just watch you work.

It was a hobby of his.

But, as for today…

Nothing.

Maybe I was a little too hard on him… you thought. After all, HR just wanted to make sweet love to you. Nothing else.

Making your way towards the wrench, you picked it up and replaced it in a nearby toolbox. Heaving a heavy sigh, you ran your fingers through your hair. I should probably apologize…

It was a thought that was most certainly appealing.

At least, to your mind.

Your stomach, on the other hand, growled. Vibrations of hunger hummed all across your abdomen.

You cursed. “Dammit…”

You really should be more mindful of when to eat; but, whatever. Nothing you could really do, since you were so busy. At this point, your best dinner option would probably be to grab a sandwich from Jitters while they were still open.

Maybe even get a cup of coffee if their espresso machines were still running. You took a gander at your watch. I can still make it…

It was only a ten minute walk and Jitters closed in about an hour.

Plenty of time for dinner.

Hell, HR could probably – you stopped, mid-thought as a sudden guilt dawned on you.

Should you invite HR to come?

It would probably make things easier for you, make it so that you could finally sit down and talk to him. Maybe even discuss where this relationship should be heading off.

It was the smart, common-sense answer.

A complete no-brainer.

Yet, why didn’t you want to bring him along?

…Ah, whatever, you shook your head. Grabbing your jacket from a nearby machine, you slipped it on and zipped yourself up. Soon, you started making way towards the door. We can talk more about it tomorrow…

If you weren’t in the mood, chances were you’re going to say something stupid and it’ll just end up being absolutely awkward.

You’re making the right decision, you told yourself. No need to feel ashamed. Lots of couples don’t talk about stuff immediately…

You reached the hallway and made a turn around a corner, when you suddenly came to a halt.

There, standing a few feet away, was HR. He had been pacing, twirling his drumsticks between his fingers as he contemplated serious thoughts. It was a look that appeared completely foreign to him.

So much so that you almost mistook the man for his Earth-2 counterpart.

It wasn’t until a broad grin broke across the man’s face that you realized he saw you. Your insides twisted with nervousness.

“________!” HR cheered. “I’m so happy to see you!”

Shit…!You cursed. What do I do?!

He took a few steps forward, arms thrown wide open to embrace you. A charming gesture, had you not ducked under him and dodged it.

He stumbled a half-step.

Turning to you with a hurt look, HR started for you again. “________ –”

“Sorry,” you apologized promptly. “I gotta go. Jitters closes soon.”

Before you could make way down the hall and disappear from his sight, he leaned over and grabbed your wrist. An action that caused you to tense immediately.

Out of reflex, you attempted to pull away.

But the man wouldn’t budge.

A deep seated scowl scrawled across your face. “The hell, HR?! Let me go…!”

He pouted. “But if I do, you’ll just run away, right?”

“No –”

“________,” he cast you a significant look. “I just want to talk. I swear, I won’t do anything that’ll make you mad.”

You gritted your teeth. “You’re making me mad right now.”

“How?” He blinked in surprise. “All I’ve done is hold on to you.”

“Exactly,” you pointed out. “And I - don’t like - being - manhandled.”

With every break in your sentence, you attempted to yank your limb out of his grasp; though, it wasn’t until the last frustrated cry that he finally let you go.

For a moment, there was silence.

Nothing but the sounds of grunts and heavy breathing - courtesy of yours, truly - occupying the hall. From the corner of your eye, HR watched you intently.

A sudden realization dawned on him. “Is that what you’re angry about?”

Your brows furrowed. “What?”

“That,” he gestured vaguely to your existence. “That whole me-dominating-you type of deal. Is thatwhat you’re making such a big fuss out of?”

“Big fuss out of–?” You flushed bright red when you recognized that he was on to something. “Shut up…!”

“Thatisit, isn’t it?” He let out a bright chuckle as he pocketed his drumsticks away and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close. “I’m sorry to say, but…I’ve never really thought about it like that.”

You looked away, completely abashed. “What d’you mean?”

“I mean…” He pressed his lips to yours lightly, lovingly, taking you by surprise. “I love you so much, I just want to be with you in any way I can. And my gosh, do I need to remind you how beautiful you are?”

He peppered your face and neck with kisses, so warm and sweet, it tickled you completely. In the end, you couldn’t help but feel part of the anger ebb away.

“Dork,” you muttered under your breath.

Of course, HR heard the loving nickname and smiled against your skin. “Does that mean you’re not mad at me?”

“Maybe,” you shrugged, still embarrassed. “I don’t know. Probably.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Probably?”

You avoided his gaze.

Intimacy had always been a big issue with you. You’ve never been with a man and we’re always terrified of giving yourself to anyone who just wasn’t “The One.”

Old fashioned as it may seem, it was still a very real concern for you.

As if reading your thoughts, HR ran his hands through your hair and comforted you.

“Well, my love,” he grinned. “Sounds to me like you need more convincing.”

More convincing?

Before you could ask him more about what he meant, HR suddenly pulled away and knelt down on his knees. Your heart raced as he gently parted your legs and moved to occupy the space inbetween.

You stared at him, wide eyed. “What are you doing?”

“Asking for forgiveness,” He beamed at you with his brightest smile. “If I kneel down and kiss your legs, would you still be mad?”

He reached forward and started unbuttoning your pants. Panic shot up your spine.

“W-wait, hold on a sec –” You fumbled with your words as your lover unzipped your pants and - quite gently - rolled it down to your calves.

He hooked his hand behind your left knee and brought your leg forward so that you could rest your foot on his thigh. Bowing his head, he closed his eyes, as if he were a knight in the presence of a queen.

“________,” he started, voice husky and sweet. “I love you. I am your devoted admirer, your one and only lover and I will never betray you, never take you for granted.”

Shifting his head, he placed a light kiss against your knee.

“You are my light, my joy, my goddess who fills my dreams each night with blessing.”

He planted another kiss.

“You are my truly beloved.”

And with that, he trailed up a little higher so that his lips grazed against your thigh. His grip was gentle; yet, even then, you could tell how much he wanted to feel for all you had to offer.

A bright red blush clouded your cheeks. “HR, you really don’t –”

“Oh, but I do,” he kissed once more. “And I will continue to until you know how much I love you.”

You stared at him in uncomfortable silence as he trailed further up you leg. Nervous, you tried your best to steady yourself against the wall.

“But –”

He cast you a significant look.

“All I want,” he continued on, “is to swear my devotion to you.”

With big, bright eyes, he gave you his most sincere look and smiled. And it was at that moment, your heart twisted with so much embarrassment that you couldn’t help but lower your head.

HR’s smile broadened. “Besides…”

You raised your head to meet his gaze, just in time to see him hook your leg over his shoulder and use his free hand to press you steadily against the wall.

Your nerves were shocked with anxiety.

“If you’re enjoying yourself this much,” he grinned. “You can’t possibly be that mad.”

He leaned towards your inner thigh.

Your cheeks flashed a bright red.

“Idiot…!” You attempted to wriggle away, but the man somehow managed to keep you still. “Don’t do that here! What if –”

His tongue slipped from between his lips, trailing from the back of your thigh to the front, which he puckered his lips against and gave the plump of your thighs a gentle suck.

You tried your best to hold in a moan; but, it quickly slipped out when his teeth gave a slight pinch.

Flustered, your hands flew to his head and attempted to push him away.

He barely moved as he continued to nibble.

“S-Stop!” You squealed, as HR pulled in closer, tugging the top of your panties so that he could lick the area where your pelvis met your thigh. “We really shouldn’t be doing this here…!”

From down below, HR cast you a mischievous look.

“What?” He asked, voice deceptively sweet. “You want to do this elsewhere?” 

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A/N:
I was watching “Madagascar 2: Escape from Africa” when I came across a scene with King Julian trying to give Melman (the giraffe) advice…
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Imagine:
HR noticed that Harry has a thing for you and tries to offer him advice
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“Hey, buddy ol’ pal.”

HR walked up to his genius doppelgänger and grinned widely. With a cup of coffee at hand, he nudged Harry suggestively prior to giving him a significant look.

“Can I talk to you for a sec?”

Harry couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. “About what?”

“Well,” HR shook his head side-to-side, as if wondering how best he could approach the subject. “I couldn’t help but notice that you have a slight…affection…for our little electrical engineer.”

At the mention of you, Harry’s mouth dropped slightly and he found himself speechless for a moment. “What’re you talking about?”

“Oh, come on, now,” HR grinned widely. “Don’t try and act like you don’t know.”

He shook his head, still in denial. “Sorry, I don’t do crushes.”

“Of course you don’t,” HR agreed. “But you do fall in love.”

Harry scoffed. “That’s absurd.”

“Deny it all you want,” HR raised his cup of coffee, prior to taking a sip. “But I know you, compadre. We may be two different people with two different backgrounds, but we still share much of of the same thoughts.”

“I doubt it.”

“You do?”

“Yeah.”

Unconvinced, HR pursed his lips. “So, you don’t mind if I go and talk to her then?”

Harry could feel the temperature inside him rising. He really didn’t want to talk to anyone - much less, his lookalike - about his “affection.”

He knew HR was merely blabbering to get on his nerve; but, with the mischievous tone in that last sentence, he couldn’t help but take the bait. “What do you mean, talk to her?”

“You know, talk,” HR suggested innocently. “Preferably over a cup of coffee, but dinner and a movie works too.”

Just then, a slight movement caught both of their eyes.

Turning their attention to the door, they saw you walk down the hall, smiling and chatting profusely about the latest sci-fi movie with Barry. For a moment or so, Harry’s eyes trailed after you, listening intently to see if you had any plans to pursue a movie date with Barry.

Not that he felt threatened or anything.

He just didn’t like any thoughts or suggestions pertaining to.

At last, when you disappeared past the doorway, Harry’s eyes swung back to his doppelganger, who greeted him with a smug smile. He scowled.

HR brought his cup up to his mouth and continued his teasing reaction. For a moment, there weren’t any words exchanged between the two.

Feeling victorious and that his presence was no longer needed, HR began making his way towards the entrance of the Cortex. No doubt to ask you for that dinner date.

Harry exhaled irritably.

“…Okay,” he started, causing his doppelganger to stop a half-step and turn in his direction. “Let’s say I do have a little crush on ________. Hypothetically.”

A smug upward jerk turned the corner of HR’s lips.

He ignored it. “What do you suggest that I do?”

“I am very glad you asked, my dear friend,” the E-19 conman set his coffee down on the table prior to approaching Harry and slapping his hands on the other’s arms. “I suggest you take a little lesson in romance. From me.”

“Right,” Harry rolled his eyes. “From you.”

HR cast his partner a significant look.

The incredulous smile on Harry’s face faltered. “Wait, you’re being serious…?”

“Absolutely!” HR chirped, rolling up his sleeves prior to rubbing his hands together. “Believe it or not, my friend, I am an expert of the female population.”

At this point, a part of Harry regretted ever giving in to his look-alike’s suggestions; but, he figured it was too late now. Plus, he was sure HR would keep persisting in giving him advice even he decided to retract his answer.

Slipping his arm around Harry’s shoulders, HR leaned in and held a finger up.

“Now,” he started. “Here’s what you do…”

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Requested by: Anonymous
Prompt: so hai!!! i love ur imagines, their the best i’ve read so far and i absolutely love em!!! agh, like…yas please! lol anyway, idk what i want, but could you please write something for harry, hr and the reader?? any diea is okie but just something with them. thank you!! also, keep writing! i love it, and i love you <3 <3 <3

PUSHY (HR X READER) IMAGINES - PART I [SMUT/NSFW]

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WARNING:
Contains slight smut, nothing too explicit…
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Imagine:
It’s been weeks since you and HR started going out, and he’s been really pushy about having sex…
*~*~*~*~*

HR pushed you down the bed.

The scent of coffee and cinnamon invaded your senses as the Harrison Wells doppelganger climbed on top and flashed you a very charming look. Leaning down, he pressed his lips tenderly against your neck and sucked gently.

“Ah…!” You squeezed your eyes shut.

Though you couldn’t see him, you could feel his lips curve into a warm, gentle smile.

“Now, now,” HR warned, his hot breath brushing over your skin. “Keep your voice down. We don’t want the kids hearing us now, do we?”

A flash of crimson warmed your cheeks at the very thought of being caught. After all, having sex in the S.T.A.R. Labs guest rooms while the whole team was present wasn’t necessarily a good idea. Just the thought of it made your heart beat fast.

Wiggling away, you place your hand on his arm and gave it a firm squeeze. “Let’s…let’s stop for a bit, okay?”

“Oh,” the E19 Earthling stuck out his bottom lip. “But I’ve been waiting for this all day.”

Without warning, HR reached up and gave your chest a gentle squeeze. A small moan escaped your lips. Using it to his advantage, he pulled one of your breasts out from the top of your shirt and puckered his lips to the already perky tip.

The overall sensation tickled, forcing goosebumps to rise up your skin and reveal your excitement. The reaction, of course, didn’t go unnoticed.

HR nibbled on the bud, a sweet tingle of pain and pleasure, prior to tugging gently. A soft ‘pop’ sounded as he released the tip and watched your wonderful blessing cease its movement. Your nipple peaked a bit more.

A satisfactory look spread across HR’s face.

“See?” He pressed cheerfully. “You’re excited too.”

Embarrassed and at a loss for words, you started for your shirt so you could cover yourself once more; but, your darling, sweet lover wouldn’t have any of it. Instead, he grabbed your wrist and held it above your head.

You stared at him with wide, nervous eyes. “What’re you - ?”

“You’re the same,” he whispered, pulling your other breast out so that he could gaze at all your glory. “You want it too, ________. I know you do.”

That’s true, but…

Just doing this, out in the open, when there was no door to separate your room from the rest of the lab…

It was terrifying.

What if someone walked in?

Oblivious to your thoughts, HR lowered his face and nuzzled against your chest. His free hand worked itself down your stomach, grabbing all that you had to offer as he made his way towards the top of your jeans. Though the man swore he’d never slept with anyone before, he expertly unbuttoned your pants and slipped his hand inside.

A shot of excitement - mixed with anxiety - tore through your body and warmed your limbs.

You could feel his fingers gently pressing against your folds, soft and considerate; though, it still had that needy touch that kept hinting at his desire.

Just then, the distant sound of footsteps came from the doorway.

Judging from the way it clacked against the cement floor, it was Caitlin. Probably looking for HR to talk about Wally’s training progress.

You started to get up. “HR –”

He slipped a finger inside.

Immediately, alarms went off in your head.

Wrestling as hard as you could, you yanked his hand out of your jeans and pushed him away. Though he knew your position in the matter, he somehow still managed to look surprised.

He stared at you, mouth hanging slightly ajar. “What –?”

“I said no…!” you huffed indignantly. “She’s coming!”

He raised an eyebrow. “Who’s coming?”

“Caitlin…!” you whispered harshly. “Can’t you hear her?!”

He didn’t respond.

Instead, HR cocked his head to the side.

A moment of silence passed between you two as you listened for the person down the hall. At this point, you could hear Caitlin talking to Cisco - about what, you weren’t sure - before they made a U-turn and faded away.

No one was coming.

A broad, goofy grin broke out across your lover’s face, and you found yourself pressed against the bed once more. He hovered over you, fingers pinching your trembling chin as he pushed you to meet his gaze.

“See?” he pressed on. “They went away.”

Yeah, but…

That did nothing to ease your anxiety.

“Now,” HR breathed, his sweet coffee scent intoxicating you as he covered your body with his. “Why don’t you just relax, and let me take care of you?”

He reached for your shirt once more.

“You want it too, right?”

SLAP.

HR reeled in pain.

The force of your hand knocked him off balance and caused him to topple off the bed. His cheek red and sore, he grabbed the side of his face and wailed.

“Ow…!” he whimpered. “Honey!What was that for?”

“You know damn well what,” you hissed.

“But–!”

You cut him off with a stern look. “I don’t want to.”

Without so much as another word, you quickly fixed yourself and stalked out of the room, leaving your lover behind in stunned silence.

*~*~*~*~*

Imagine:
You’ve always had a thing for Harry; but, he thinks otherwise…

*~*~*~*~* 

“I think that’s it…!”

Cisco set down the schematics and stared at it in wonder. For the past five hours, you and Cisco have been working on designing the nitrous grenades you were going to use on Zoom. 

You tried and you failed on many levels; but it wasn’t until you started making changes to the delivery system that things finally started to work out.

A broad grin broke across Cisco’s lips as he turned to face you.

“Man,” he sighed. “Have I ever told you I love you ?”

“All the time, Buddy,” you teased.

Cisco slid his hand over his chest and winced. A fake declaration of hurt on his face; though, you knew very well from his personality and bad acting, that he was just joking around.

From across the room, Harry looked up from his contraption and stared at the two of you intently.

You flushed.

While the man was much older than you, you had developed sort of a crush on him and it was completely driving you insane. Of course, your bestie Cisco knew about it and semi-judged you for it; but, nevertheless, helped you out.

It was one of the reasons why he stayed so late at S.T.A.R. Labs with you and Harry.

Just like now.

“So,” Cisco said, snapping you out of your daze. “What do you say we go out tonight? Drinks on me.”

“Oh, uh…” the question caught you completely off guard. “Sure?”

The mechanical engineer raised an eyebrow. “You don’t sound to sure.”

“Well…”

While it was normal for the two of you to go out after work, you were really hoping to stay behind and possibly, maybe, sorta initiate an actual conversation with your dearly beloved.

Who knows?

He might like talking to you outside of work.

Hearing the slight ambivalence in your tone, Harry stared even harder at you. In a measure to avoid appearing awkward, you rubbed the back of your neck nervously.

You looked at Cisco, asking him for help.

Instead of saying something inconspicuous like, “Okay,” or “Maybe another time,” the boy let out a very soft, but very obvious, “Oooh…”

You narrowed your eyes at him. Don’t you dare…

Of course, he didn’t listen.

He shot you a sly smile. “I see what’s going on here…”

“Really?” You asked. “‘Cause I don’t.”

“Yes, you do.”

Fingers twitchy, you were so ready to beat the living crap out of him. Metahuman or not. Still, he viewed your actions as an irrelevant threat and made his way over to a nearby desk to grab his wallet.

“He’s one lucky guy, y’know?” Cisco grinned widely. “Almost makes me jealous.”

Your cheeks flared bright red. “Really don’t know what you’re talking about…”

“Uh-huh.”

Just as you were about to open your mouth and excuse yourself from the overly awkward situation, Harry suddenly stood up, startling both of you.

A deep set scowl on his face, the multiverse physicist made his way towards the two of you and crossed his arms. For some unknown reason, he glared at you intently.

Cisco furrowed his brows. “You alright, Harry?”

He ignored him.

Instead, he focused all his attention on you.

“Y’know, ________,” he said, voice low and stern. “You really should tell Ramon. It isn’t fair to just string him along…”

You were confused. String him along? What does he –

Wait.

He doesn’t think–?

Beside you, Cisco cast him a mixed look, crossed between annoyance, surprise and flabbergastation. And before you could stop him, he spoke.

“What are you talking about?” He asked Wells. “She doesn’t have a crush on me.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “Don’t be so blind, Ramon.”

“Meblind?” Cisco scoffed. “Dude, she likes you.”

He frowned. “Me?”

“Yes, you.”

There was an awkward pause.

Harry’s mouth slightly fell ajar and the shock on his face was completely genuine. So much so that you couldn’t help but lower your head from pure embarrassment.

The pause then prolonged into an abysmal silence that just gnawed at your insides. Your stomach churning, your skin sweating, you refused to look up.

Not that anyone could blame you.

Very few people could stomach the possibility of rejection, and you weren’t one of them.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, Harry shut his mouth and swallowed. “Oh…”

Oh?You peeked at him from under your locks. What does he mean, ‘oh?’

Before you could string together your thoughts in proper order and sentence, Harry awkwardly uncrossed his arms and and turned on his heel.

The man walked back to his work desk and sat himself down, completely ignoring the fact that you and Cisco were still there, waiting for a proper reaction.

The two of you stared at him real hard.

But he refused to break.

Reaching over, Cisco slipped his arm around your shoulder and gave you a good pat.

“Come on,” he gently pushed you towards the door. “I think you’ll need that drink now.”

You nodded. “Yeah…”

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Requested by: Anonymous
Prompt:can you please do a imagines where you and cisco are close with each other and harry thinks you like cisco but you really like harry? thank you!! love your imagines btw :P